"I'll judge your mother!" A shout.

A young man lined up and walked towards the monk with murderous intent on his face. Seeing the young man's gaze, everyone had goosebumps all over their bodies.

"Husband!" Wang Jiao saw the person in front of her and was immediately pleasantly surprised.

Boundless anger filled Chen Jinyuan's chest. The extreme anger made the muscles on Chen Jinyuan's face tremble.

The monk looked at Chen Jinyuan's cannibalistic gaze, and his heart was also timid, and the hand holding Wang Jiao's wrist couldn't help but loosen. Wang Jiao took advantage of the situation to struggle, then broke away, ran to Chen Jinyuan's side quickly, and kept rubbing his wrist that was pinched.

Chen Jinyuan whisked Wang Jiao behind him, and a pair of tiger eyes did not hide his killing intent, and walked towards the obscene monk step by step. The monk seemed to be targeted by a wild beast, and couldn't help but take a few steps back, but after thinking about it, this is Shaolin Temple, his own territory, are you still afraid of this kid, this big court, in broad daylight, does this kid dare to beat himself?

Thinking about it, his face turned a little cruel, and he raised his hand and pointed at Chen Jinyuan's nose and said, "Boy, you'd better leave this matter alone, otherwise you won't be able to eat and walk around!" The arrogance of the tone is completely devoid of what a monk should be.

Chen Jinyuan had a cold light in his eyes, his right hand reached out, and he grabbed the hand of the obscene monk and pointed at him, and he didn't talk nonsense, just rubbed it for a while.

Click...... Chirping...... chirping

The sound of the terrible bones shattering gave everyone goosebumps.

"Ah......" A terrible scream came out of the obscene monk's mouth, and his facial features were deformed.

Chen Jinyuan's eyes were cold, without the slightest pity, the strength in his hand suddenly increased, and the strength of thousands of catties pinched the hand bones of the obscene monk into powder.

The right hand bone is broken, followed by the left hand bone, the left leg bone, and the right leg bone.

The crowd of onlookers just now had already shouted, "Murder!" And he ran away.

In the Heavenly King Palace, only the obscene monk who was lying on the ground like a puddle of mud and moaning weakly in his mouth and Chen Jinyuan, who was still torturing the obscene monk, and Wang Jiao, who covered his eyes and didn't dare to look.

"Stop!"

One or twenty warrior monks dressed in yellow monks' robes, holding a stick, rushed into the hall and surrounded Chen Jinyuan.

The first bald monk, chubby, looked older than the obscene monk on the ground, and was looking at Chen Jinyuan with an extremely angry face at this time. The shout just now came from his mouth.

Chen Jinyuan didn't raise his head, this group of people had no internal strength at all, they were just a group of ants in their eyes, and they really had nothing to say to ants.

Chen Jinyuan stretched out his right foot, reached under the crotch of the obscene monk, and gently forced.

Smack, smack.

The sound of broken eggs. It's like stepping on two blisters.

The obscene monk, who was no longer able to shout, let out a terrible scream that cut through the sky again and fainted.

Just like that, I fainted, I haven't had fun yet, a trace of disappointment flashed on Chen Jinyuan's face, but he didn't plan to kill him, let him live like this, it was the biggest pain. Dare to beat the idea of his own woman, I don't know whether to live or die.

When the warrior monks saw the tragic situation of the obscene monk, they couldn't help but clamp their legs, and they felt a pain in the egg.

Only then did Chen Jinyuan raise his head, look at the wolf, and everywhere his eyes passed, all the warrior monks showed timidity.

This man is too ruthless!

The bald head at the head swallowed his saliva, performed a Buddha salute with one hand, and said: "Amitabha, sin, sin, I don't know where the younger brother of Wuneng offended the little benefactor, and the little donor is so vicious!" ”

Wu Neng? It turns out that this monk is called Wu Neng, no wonder he is so obscene!

When did Wang Jiao see such a formation, she was just surrounded by a group of Shaolin monks, and she immediately panicked. Unexpectedly, he was stopped by Chen Jinyuan. The anger hasn't subsided yet!

I have long heard that some monks do not do their jobs, all day long only know that the pit is abducted, I originally thought that such a thing would happen in some small temples, but I didn't expect that the Shaolin Temple, known as the world's first temple, also has this kind of thing.

Chen Jinyuan sneered, did not answer the bald man's words, but mocked: "Hehe, Wu Neng, is it possible that your name is Wukong?" ”

A trace of anger flashed in the bald head's eyes when he heard this, but he quickly suppressed it, and proclaimed the Buddha's name: "Little monk, Wu surname!" ”

Although the anger disappeared in a flash, Chen Jinyuan's eyes were like torches, and he could see that this monk was also a fiery temper.

Then he mocked: "Wu surname? Isn't the master a monk, why do you still need to understand the 'surname'? What is there to understand about this 'surname', the master may wish to try to download a few Japanese love action movies to see, and ensure that he will be able to understand it soon! ”

Wang Jiao pursed her lips and smiled when she heard this, and glanced at Chen Jinyuan.

The bald face has turned the color of pig liver, and the fat on the face is trembling uncontrollably. I tried to suppress the anger in my heart.

"Hehe, Master, I think you and the monk on the ground should change their Dharma names, so that it should be more vivid. Having said that, aren't you monks vegetarians, so you will grow so fat, master, your body fat can't be vegetable oil, right? ”

"Formation!" Before Chen Jinyuan finished speaking, the monk surnamed Wu let out a loud shout, and could no longer stand Chen Jinyuan's cynicism.

A group of bald heads began to circle around Chen Jinyuan. Keep changing this direction.

Huh, knotted? No matter how powerful a group of ants is, they can't beat an elephant.

With a contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth, he hooked his finger to the surname Wu.

Provocation, this is provocation. The anger in Chen Jinyuan's chest just now had not been completely vented, and he just beat up this group of monks and vented his anger to Wang Jiao.

With a wave of his hand, a group of monks waved the Qi Mei stick in their hands, smashing their heads and covering their faces like Chen Jinyuan.

What kind of formation is this, there is no discipline at all, just like street hooligans fighting, is this the Shaolin kung fu that is spread in the rivers and lakes.

Looking at the group of bald heads in front of him like baboons who had eaten aphrodisiacs, Chen Jinyuan took Wang Jiao behind him with a cruel smile on his face.

At this moment, he made a move, no, it should have been a kick.

"The tenth style of elastic legs - 10,000 legs piercing the heart"

Peng, Peng, Peng......

With more than two dozen lightning kicks, people began to fly everywhere in the Heavenly King Palace, sticks scattered all over the ground, and bald heads were also scattered all over the ground. They all fell to the ground holding their stomachs, moaning incessantly.

More than two dozen people were kicked away at the same time, and the walls of the Heavenly King's Hall were almost smashed.

Astound!

The scene in front of him shocked the surname Wu. More than 20 people were overturned by one person, and he hadn't seen how the other party made a move.

Wu swallowed his saliva again, looked at the bald heads on the ground and Chen Jinyuan himself in horror, and said in his heart, this time he kicked the iron plate. Without saying a word, he turned around and ran to the inner courtyard.

Looking at the back of the fat monk, Chen Jinyuan could imagine it with his feet, he must have called his parents, Chen Jinyuan did not stop him, from the beginning of stepping into the Shaolin Temple, monks can be seen everywhere in the temple, but he has not been able to sense the existence of a trace of internal force from them, even these so-called warrior monks in front of him are no exception, they can't withstand their own punches and kicks at all, which makes Chen Jinyuan, who originally wanted to appreciate the style of Shaolin martial arts, very disappointed. Just look at who this monk can call.

The world's martial arts out of Shaolin, this is a recognized fact of martial arts, there is no doubt that there must be hidden masters in the Shaolin Temple, and there must be a lot. Shen Jianqiu said that among the top masters of today's martial arts, there is the abbot of Shaolin Shixin.

But today, my own woman is being bullied here, and if I don't say anything, then I will be a man in vain.

After a while, the surname Wu came out with a fatter fat monk. The flesh on his face was greasy, his eyes were squinted into a slit, and his big belly was like a mountain. It looks exactly like the Maitreya Buddha in the Temple of the Heavenly King. When I walked, my whole body was trembling.

Chen Jinyuan can only think of using the word "meat ball" to describe the monk in front of him, or he can also use one word - "pig".

Hehe, I can't imagine that this Shaolin Temple is indeed a treasure of feng shui, and it is really a nurturing person, all of them are so fat and big-eared. But I don't know what the identity of this monk is.

"Abbot, this is the person who injured the junior brother of Wu Neng, and the disciples came to him to theorize, but he ridiculed each other, and injured all the junior brothers, abbot, you have to be the master for us!" The surname Wu pointed to Chen Jinyuan and cried to the fat monk beside him.

The fat monk looked at the group of screaming bald heads on the ground and frowned.

"Amitabha, the pure place of Buddhism, why is the donor making a big deal here!" Maybe it's because there's too much fat, and there's a bit of a buzz feeling when you speak.

This is the Shaolin abbot?

Chen Jinyuan looked at the pig-like animal in front of him and couldn't believe it. The abbot of Shaolin is known as the top master of Huaxia martial arts, although the fat man in front of him is also an ancient martial artist, but the strength of the martial arts level Eight Heavens, it can be said that even some disciples of the Great Gate Sect are a little inferior, which is not consistent with the information he got from Shen Jianqiu at all.

Such a person can become the abbot of Shaolin, and this strength can lead the martial arts, which is obviously impossible.

After some reasoning, Chen Jinyuan could only come to one conclusion, the person in front of him was just the spokesperson of Shaolin Temple in the secular world, and the real Shaolin abbot must have someone else.

After the fat beating just now, Chen Jinyuan's anger disappeared a little. The abbot's face still has to be given.

"You are the abbot of Shaolin?" Although Chen Jinyuan had the result in his heart, he still asked, his tone a little condescending.

"Amitabha! Poor monks quit idiots! ”

Really! This monk is not a Buddha!

Chen Jinyuan sneered, "Haha, I have heard the name of the first temple in the world of Shaolin Temple for a long time, and it is like thunder, but it is better to be famous than to meet each other." ”

The fat monk frowned when he heard this, and clasped his palms together, "What does the donor mean by this?" ”

Chen Jinyuan kicked with his toes, and Wu Neng, who fainted because of broken eggs, said: "This bald donkey, as a monk, has six impure roots, is bold, and has the idea of beating my girlfriend, if I didn't have two brushes today, my girlfriend would have been poisoned by him, since you are the abbot of Shaolin, then what do you think you should do?" ”

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